#Living with Fibromyalgia: Kindle version

Just in…the Kindle version of Living with Fibromyalgia is now available for purchase hereA portion of the sales from the Kindle version of this book will support three foundations close to my heart… Rockstar Ronan, Friends of Brianna, and the National Fibromyalgia and Chronic Pain Association.

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#the last laugh

A new friend inspired me to write this poem. May she find the strength to continue to fight.

anniversary day, you wrote our love away
promised me through thick and thin, love forever you were in
the way you called it, oh so wrong
no decency to tell me to my face, after eleven years so long?

not to sure I can endure the pain
can this gnawing ache bear this weight?
wasn’t I good enough, didn’t I demonstrate?

the love I have will right your wrongs
new chapter, new doors, I am powerful, I am strong
fought this battle long before you came
slayed dragons and demons then
Goliath battle I’m in

I’ll rise above, I’ll soar
your papers won’t take the spirit I hold within
believe me I will win
my spirit will last
and time will heal the wounds of our past
believe it when I say to you
I’ll have the last laugh

 

#sabbath day

on this seventh Sabbath day

cold and lonely just like Saturday

mood ring colors, vacillate

purple hues envelope me

a little magenta

a dash of grey

no blue hues on my palette of paint

not red with anger

not filled with hate

not green with envy

or yellow fears do I demonstrate

won’t fall prey to the black ice paint

no sorrow or mourning

no heartache

no, I’ll stay magenta

I’ll bear this weight

I’ll paint the pain away

on this Sabbath day

#the wild horse

like a lightning bolt across the land

unbridled untamed the wild horse ran

chasing the light that once seemed so far away

reliving the dreams that flickered ever clearly

cold rushing, wind free flowing, across his mane

no longer held captive or bondaged behind the iron gate

a prisoner free, galloping, unbridled, and untamed

believing in his dreams never giving in to his pain

because there’s a prize at the end of the line

just waiting to be captured by the spirit inside